Maybe These are the Good Old Days

His skies are nothing but grey
Bad luck has wrecked every day
It's like he's trapped in a curse
His family fortune just fell
He's got a renter from hell
I tell him things could be worse

Maybe these are the good ol' days
For the ones who see tomorrow
We have no clue that we have it made
'Til we end the world we know

She's got a glass that's half full
The market's turning to bull
She's flying high on her hope
She kind of smiles with delight
'Cuz she knows things will go right
And there's no reason to mope

Maybe these are the good ol' days
For the few who keep the memory
Living large with our lazy ways
'Til we're taught what hell can be

I can't wake, I can't sleep
I can't stay, I can't leave
I can't move, I can't try
I can't rest, I can't cry
I can't talk, I can't think
I can't rock, I can't sing
I can't deal, I can't grieve
I can't heal, I can't breathe